As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of

Money Doesn't Exist Because I Don't Recognize It.

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

I Lost My One True Love. I Started Drinking.

Through The Mad Mystic Hammering Of The Wild Ripping Hail The Sky Cracked Its Poems In Naked Wonder

You Learn From A Conglomeration Of The Incredible Past - Whatever Experience Gotten In Any Way Whatsoever.